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Mark Seeley writes:
>I find this very intriguing that you would listen to Mahler's Ninth which
>speaks so eloquently about the finality of death.
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>I can understand Bruckner with his beautific vision, but not Mahler.
Yes, I know, it seems strange. It *is* strange. But I should explain that
I've been on a big Mahler kick in the last few weeks, listening to several
versions of the 9th on the way to and from work (I have about a 40 minute
commute: First two movements in the morning, the last two on the way home
at night).
I can't get that adagio out of my head. Even though I know what it's
about, and even though, under certain circumstances, it makes me weep like
a school girl, there is a remarkably dignified and -- I hate the word, but
it fits -- uplifting and triumphant quality about it.
Bruckner is a bit different, sure. I listen to his 5th or the finale of
his 8th and have an almost irrepressible urge to invade France or, barring
that, Pasadena.
That's the best I can do for you.
Cordially,
Bob Chen
Los Angeles, CA
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